War is this cloudSuch a plastic fantasyCan't escapeNot allowedNot a peep from down below it seemsThe corner room is takenYou can curl up underneathFree the burn if not mistakenEither way it plays for keepsSo what is your intention and why do I have the creeps?

Come live the dreamSorry sight on the horizonKeep it shortKeep explainingThis aversion coming onWhat reaps the faceOf a child in such distaste?And puts it up for all to seeSlithering to get away

All is not lostWhat is it at will remain?Shake the pistolPut it downIn our tyranny's parade

Fall shifted lostFrom a state of I'll decayFeed the rot or put it offFor forever and a day

Throw it awayNever mind what's bright and clearGrind it up to spit it outBind it up to share the fear

Throw it awayLeft alone to hit rock bottomGet a gripThrow the chip

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